Sick

I'm slightly—okay, completely—upset with something that happened tonight. I won't go into details, but there are certain things that seem horridly wrong to me. I freely admit I have made simliar mistakes in the not-so-distant past, yet the guilt always gets to me, and I do what I can to make amends. I feel…slimy when I allow myself to make those mistakes, and feel the repercussions for days, weeks—sometimes years afterwards. Yet looking in on something, where I feel I cannot step in to help, for fear of actions against me, I feel the knowledge that this is wrong, yet the horror that I sit there, watching.

It makes me want to vomit—and I did punch my bed as soon as I could. I wanted a wall, but that would most likely hurt me, and draw too much attention. The one making the aforementioned mistake is not allowed to know how I feel.